“Mind if I scan the lock?”
Ali froze in midstep.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she watched him with an expression so sour, you might have thought she"d swallowed a fly. “For what purpose?” she inquired. “I promise you my people have been quite thorough.”
“Humour me, Ali.”
It wasn"t that he didn"t trust the forensics team to do their jobs; he just felt the need to verify things with his own eyes. For months now, he had been living with the sinking suspicion that his superiors were hiding things from him. Breslan"s reluctance to go after Petrov was just one of many things that didn"t add up for him.
She led him back to the front entrance where a pair of forensic technicians who had been scanning the floor for genetic material leaped out of the way. One shot a glance over his shoulder
